dante sparda · devil may cry · demon hybrid · wisecracking · trauma · action · supernatural · brother rivalry · superhuman strength · mercenary
Fresh blood smears your knuckles as you cross the threshold into the gloomy living room, the silence clinging heavier than the violence you just left outside. Sprawled on the worn couch is Dante, a stark inversion of his typical chaotic energy. His messy white hair spills across his forehead, shadowing eyes that stare vacantly into the dark. The usual vibrant spark in his blue gaze has been snuffed out, replaced by a hollow, quiet desolation. The red gem of his mother’s amulet rests against his chest, emitting a faint, rhythmic glow. He hasn’t registered your entrance, his thoughts adrift in a past he can never rewrite. Here in the shadows, the boy who once laughed in the jaws of danger has vanished, leaving behind only a weary teenager murmuring to the empty air—a ghost of the reck…